Love Song

Boundless energy: Hitting the playground post soccer game

Parenting is such a gift, but like most things, sometimes it's easier than others. At the moment, my kids and I are in a really good groove.

We spent the majority of this weekend at my daughter's soccer tournament, and so many things were great about that:

1) The weather was gorgeous;

2) The other soccer moms and dads are super nice;

3) They won!

On the drive home, I heard this oldie, and while it isn't a perfect fit for today, it feels like a pretty good epitaph:

So you think that it's over,
That your love has finally reached the end.
Any time you call, night or day,
I'll be right there for you if you need a friend.

It's gonna take a little time.
Time is sure to mend your broken heart.
Don't you even worry, pretty darlin'.
I know you'll find love again
Yeah

Love is all around you
Love is knockin' outside your door.
Waitin' for you is this love made just for two
Keep an open heart and you'll find love again, I know.

Love is all around you, yeah
Love is knockin' outside your door.
Waitin' for you is this love made just for two
Keep an open heart and you'll find love again, I know.

Love will find a way.
Darlin', love is gonna find a way,
Find its way back to you.
Love will find a way.

So look around, open your eyes.
Love is gonna find a way.
Love is gonna, love is gonna find a way.
Love will find a way.

Love's gonna find a way back to you, yeah
I know, I know, I know, I know

Love Song

Today on the radio I heard one of my favorite, long lost ballads:

So you think that it's over,
That your love has finally reached the end.
Any time you call, night or day,
I'll be right there for you if you need a friend.

I had a nice long chat with one of my close friends the other night. She gave me so much love and support and assurance that everything is going to be alright that I almost thought, when I got off the phone, that it could just start being alright right then and there. Like now I've got it, so I can be done with all this heartbreak.

This morning I was super sad, and I emailed her asking why I couldn't translate what I thought I understood so that my heart and my body could get it too. Here's what she said:

"You cannot compress time, and you cannot control healing. It sucks, but you cannot organize this process, you just have to be with it.  I think it's like practicing an instrument or training for a race. No shortcuts."

Damn. My long-haired friends agree:

It's gonna take a little time.
Time is sure to mend your broken heart.
Don't you even worry, pretty darlin'.
I know you'll find love again. Yeah.

I know I will too, but I wish I didn't have to go through this. For now, I'm just going to have to trust:

Love will find a way.
Darlin', love is gonna find a way,
Find its way back to you.
Love will find a way.
So look around, open your eyes.
Love is gonna find a way.
Love is gonna, love is gonna find a way.
Love will find a way.
Love's gonna find a way back to you, yeah,
I know. I know. I know.